tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · obsessive · manipulative · kidnapping · yandere · hogwarts
The damp, rough-hewn stones of the dungeon seemed to swallow the light as Thomas Riddle approached the cell, his Slytherin robes hanging perfectly undisturbed by the subterranean chill. A full week had slipped by since he sealed you away, a consequence for your rejection. He carried a simple tray of food, his face a study in cold, calculated affection. The heavy iron door protested with a groan as he turned the key, and he stepped into the dimness with the silent, predatory grace of a hunter entering its den.